A/N: Thank you to all the reviewers for the last chapter. Here is this one. Next should come out on the 20th. Enjoy.

Knowledge

Wally raised an eyebrow as Artemis came into the cave's kitchen, grumbling. She looked even angrier than she usually did when coming directly from school.

She caught him staring at her over his stack of food. "What are you looking at, Kid Idiot? Shouldn't you be preparing for hibernation?"

"Oh, haha." In the space of a blink, he had slid off his stool and stole the textbook she was holding. Opening the textbook revealed a recently returned test paper, red pen completely covering it. "This is yours?"

"Give it back, Wally!" Artemis made a grab for him, but he dodged her, going into superspeed.

"You'll never catch me, Arty. I'm—"

"What? The gingerbread man."

"Well, I was going to say the king of keep away, but hey, that works too." Rolling her eyes, she stuck a foot out, cringing as his superspeed caused him to trip and practically run into the floor. Not about to let him get back up, she pinned him down.

Wally was too busy reading over the test. "Did you really get a D on your last chemistry test?"

She hesitated before responding—well she couldn't really deny her grade now. "It's not my best class, and it's a lot harder than at my old school because all the rich kids can hire tutors. Besides, that was a bad week and my teacher's a bitch."

He had to agree with her. "These questions are pretty hard, and your teacher is grading pretty exactly. But still, I bet we can get your grades higher."

"What?"

"By the way, while I don't have that much problem with your position, you probably want to get up before Rob sees you like that."

A small shriek later, she had gotten off of him and he was standing up. "I-"

He waved a hand in dismissal. "Don't worry about it." He tapped the test paper. "This is what Professor West needs to focus on."

"Professor West? Wally, I've told you before and I'll tell you again: you need to get your head checked out."

"No, I can actually help you with this, if you let me."

She eyed him cautiously. "You're good at this stuff?"

"The best. Better than Rob. I did give myself my own powers, after all."

Finally, she relented. "Fine. Where?"

He jumped back on his bar stool and motioned to the one next to him. "Just there." The moment she sat down he pushed her textbook and test between them and started talking, explaining what the teacher's comments meant while giving his own tips. "Now, because this atom has a valence of three..."

Later, as they moved on from the test to the material which she would be tested on next week, she thanked him. "Wally, um, thanks a lot, for this. My mother told me that if my grades fell too low I wouldn't be able to be with the team, so it, it means a lot for you to do this."

"No problem. You may be a harpy, Artemis, but your the team's favorite harpy." His pat on her head was met with a glare. "Err, you know French, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

He rubbed his head, self-consciously. "Well, could you help me with my French homework, sometimes?"

"You're learning French." He nodded. She started laughing.

"What's so funny about that! It's the language of amour."

"That's just it though. You'll be even more irritating, even if your pronunciation isn't dreadful." His objection that he wasn't the irritating went unnoticed. "But, I suppose, I'll help."

He grinned.